The stench of shame fills the air
Tears fallen choked her words
Laying in a pool of red
Her massa had stolen her innocence
Bruises decorated her already scarred flesh
A mark of ownership
A sinister smirk sends shivers
As the white man admires his coloured canvas
Pride engulfs him
Watching her struggle against the shackles
Her screams silenced by his hands around her neck
As he brutally ravages her again and again
He whips his initials onto her untouched back
As a reminder that he also owns her flesh
She had no autonomy left
Her insides felt dirty, poisoned by the white man's lack of mercy
With every violation her grip on hope was slipping
Until she fell into a numbness unending
A shell of who she was
She was forced into a life of silence
Held captive by the punishment of violence
That day a lesson was taught on how to live a life on mute
Categories:
massa, abuse, discrimination, power, prejudice,
Form: Free verse
Luz
Terça-feira
de luz,
iluminar
em frente
e fazer
essa terça-feira,
um dia
de realização.
Terça-feira.
dia de
colocar
a mão
na massa
e fazer
acontecer;
fazer com
pouco,
mais e mais.
Categories:
massa, business,
Form: Free verse
It was a normal Day for me when I awoke, tend Massa' children cook breakfast and clean up and such. But I wasn't feeling the same. Something was different. I couldn't put a name to it, but it was different. I could not keep my feet on the ground. I was flying. And then it came like a bee that stings with a passion. It came swifter than a bird flying by. It said I be free.
At first I didn't believe it. But the message came again. It said I be F-R-E-E. No mo tolling, no mo takin care of Massa' childens. No mo serving the Massa at all. I remember I cried and cried and I kept on saying is it true what the people are saying, is it true? I really be F-R-E-E?? This day June 19th 1865. And I found out I be F-R-E-E.
F-R-E-E to laugh and Dance and Sing for Joy. So, I made up a ditty in my head-- that went like this: No mo Massa no mo children and no more house to cook and clean except for myself. Oh God! I be F-R-E-E.
Oh God I truly be F-R-E-E.
Categories:
massa, africa, birth, blessing, dance,
Form: Free verse
Working with trainer Pauhura Muruh
He developed the "Stirru Pomb"
and the "Thrips Massa" and
"Bassa Moto's Booby trap"
He'll make chicken wing , bending
Both knees with his shinlach.
A waistlach; roll into pinning
Position.A "Tashiaz Bow"
Rendition of a surfboard.
Massiro Missurira the
Brazilian Judo champion.
4 # ground pork
1/4 cup of green bell peppers
4 T minced garlic
1/3 c chopped onion
1/4 c shredded cucumber
3 tablespoons cayenne pepper
4 tablespoons of cultured buttermilk
1/4 cup of breadcrumbs
3 tablespoons of sesame seed oil
1/3 cup of sundried tomato
Salt or soy sauce
2 tablespoons of fennal seeds
Fry up one check seasoning.
MAke burgers and enjoy.
He made these burgers when the promoters
Gave me 40 days to slimdown. I ate them
With habashii thousand island sauce
On toasted kosher rolls. He will pay
In every match for betrayal!
Categories:
massa, adventure, betrayal, body, business,
Form: Free verse
Certeza da morte rápida
Em todas as décadas,
as pessoas criativas, especialmente aquelas que estão começando,
sentem que precisam se conformar
e ser um produto produzido em massa
para serem notadas.
Nada mata a criatividade de forma tão rápida.
Na verdade,
originalidade não tem nada a ver com produzir algo 'novo'
— trata-se de buscar a fonte,
o terreno no qual você se baseia e sempre atraiu seu ser.
Isso acontece quando alguém trabalha de origem,
é a dança do eterno retorno...
e é tão antigo quanto o Dreamtime.
Categories:
massa, business,
Form: Free verse
10 mandamentos para progredir sempre
1 - Confiança – transpire confiança.
2 – Faça a sua própria sorte – sirva a todas as pessoas sem distinção.
3 - Nunca “aceite esmolas”. Cultive a “saudável agressividade”..
4 – Inspire muito – argumente – conheça as técnicas de argumentação Acesse –
https://issuu.com/dalpiero/docs/curso_persua__o__maio_de_2016.pp
5 - Cumpra o prometido: Defenda seu nome.
6 – “Entre firme no que faz”. Coloque a mão na massa.
7 - Não construa estádios, apenas forneça o concreto.
8 – De vez em quando, convide: Vamos ter uma conversinha ali nos fundos.
9 – Acredite: O principal meio de resolver disputas chama-se “conversinha”.
10 – Apague os ressentimentos.
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Categories:
massa, business,
Form: Free verse
Alleen laat in nag
Wandel ek deur
n massa vol
Gesigte sonder verstand
Eensaam vroeg die oggend
Drentel ek deur
n kolonie vol
Borskaste sonder harte
Alleen middel middag
Swem ek deur
n see vol
Bene sonder ankers
Eensaam in die dag
Vlieg ek deur
n hemel vol
Liggame sonder siele
Alleen in die skemer
Scroll ek deur
n foon vol
Mense sonder konneksies
Categories:
massa, africa, deep, depression, desire,
Form: Free verse
At the birth of the Blues
Musicians wouldn't lose
When they'd have Cosimo tape
While the rest would just gape...
The hits flowed out fast
Some were lost, some will last
But had that golden touch
That we all love so much!
Cosimo Matassa
That cosmic "massa"
Left us a ton
From everyone!
Categories:
massa, tribute,
Form: Rhyme
i now know what it means
to be a slave
doing chores taking kare
of massa and his kidz
i now know
i am massa i am strong
i have conquered
and changed massa's way
of thinking without even blinking
i glanced in the mirror
and after looking back
i found out that old massa was black
Categories:
massa, black-african amer
Form: Narrative
no sur,
eyez cant reed
massa sez we do hem harm
ifin we coold reed
eyez jus wana sos dem roos
on da whal wood maik sens
eyez turd fo getin whoopd
not nowin y
theyz ses thur b slayvs risin
gainst theyz massas
don sees how reedin is t blaym
massa mus b ryt bout dat doe
o lawd whyz eye n chaynz
eye dun no won haum
lawd wayk mee frum dis dreem
eyez n minz swer weel neva reed
if dat be wat u be needn
no sur
eyez cant reed
(Mr. Douglas turns his back and walks away)
Categories:
massa, history, political, social, visionary,
Form: Free verse
She never forgave him for not giving her his last name or
letting their only child be sold on the auction block.
When she was raped he didn’t hear her screams.
When their second child was taken away he just watched. Then he went away.
She never forgave him once…
He never forgave her once for having the bastard child,
Blonde hair, blue eyes too good for the sun.
How his ears went numb from the wails of her ecstasy.
She was always in their kitchen cookin’ up sumthin’ and
he never forgave her once…
They jumped the broom but never made it over.
Five-hundred years later, things haven’t gotten any better.
She still hasn’t forgetten that he didn’t give her his last name and
He didn’t forget when she shared a bed with the massa.
Categories:
massa, history, love, child,
Form: Free verse
phrases whipped
feelings Pen"man"Shipped
from Continental African Minds,
to AmeriCaribbean Paper Colonies
i am a Slave of Poetry
toiling under hot shining scrutiny
in boundless green feelings
i am a Slave of Poetry
shackled in the dark
dark corners of my mind
malnourished of inspiration
i am a Slave of Poetry
escape this
critics hounding my heels
"massa" hunting me down
how many more till
i can write my freedom
become a Poet
no longer a Slave of Poetry
Categories:
massa, hope, introspection, on writing
Form: I do not know?